Luyện nghe bài hát Stick Up

(What Im is the most. Im a player from coast to coast. So you ladies, make a toast. Heres to you, you, you you. If the truth is what you need, baby, check my pedigree. Come and take me on a shopping spree you, you, you, you.)

Hoes and
Fucks and
Bitches,
and butts

Bitches be screamin for this inch demon
And you hear me screamin
Im to free the semen
Wipe myself on couch cover
If she talks any I flash my box cutter
Cuz Im
Than any pimp youve had in your hoe
I talk soft, walk tall, a rifle
Kill bullshit
Cuz if gets spiteful
Im lacing the
With some piss and some
in a shit brown Lincoln
Eatin a bun
check the block
Pick one gonna gimme some
Cuz Im a
I like the with tattoos
Yo, I got busy in a Burger King drive thru
I take em two at a
Make em say my name
never had three
But best believe that Im
And thats the game
Girl I fit words like
The inner city
With the thick of cattle
Lake street
Gene ridin shotgun
Got the trickies
From the to Boston
I got a house full of
To keep the vibe
The doors always open
Come outta the
Yo, I got little girls
Ones always stay true
Got an Uptown
She dyes the pubic blue
And I gotta bitch lives in Kenwood
townhouse flavor
She travels on
Im gettin with the neighbors
I gotta freak the bus
Shows me love with the rides
A hoes in St. Paul
But only one from side
Gotta a Bloomington
a pool at her apartment
Rug all over
From fuckin her on the
Got the mall hoes
Make em all the food court
Hit me off a chicken soft taco
And a of Newports
bitches
Bodies, and fake tities
And a hoe lives in Fargo
For when I escape the

But my one
Out of all of em is girl
I sway the
Never once I been forceful
She it on
Like its a job that she
Yo whos lips are
The response is Slugs.

The Richfield
Freak the and hairspray
women
That like to on the staircase
chicks
Southside
chicks
Love to open women
Up to the
Disturbin relationship
Excuse my
I work it with the way I em out
mortals
The words I
The I play
what to say
When Im sittin at buffet
With all these tasty

But my one
Out of all of em is girl
I the tongue
Never once have I been
She it on
Like its a job that she
Yo whos lips is
The response is Slugs.

Crusin the street
In my moms Caprice
February got the cracked
a fleece
Hit the bus
Yo boo, you kinda
Give me nine and a half
Ill have freak sniffin too
cum
Across the rotten fruited
I know its bein young girl
Let me soothe the
I you baby
Straight up I
Now up your ass
So I can pull these pants down
Now the I dont do
Are under eighteen
Or at I keep that shit a secret
If you know I mean
I got that love to give head
And I to watch
The way they move tongue
Up and my

Mother fucker! I cant believe youre sittin down here recording some bullshit this!

Its just a song man, its a song, its like a joke man shit. Nah, its just a joke man.

Oh, you wanna be a pimp, huh? Well you better pimp way over to that neglected girl you got there.

Goddamn man, why you always trippin on me in front of my man?

Yeah, thats what the fuck Im talking about. Mother fucker, you got a kid. How you be rhymin about some bullshit like this shit, man.

But my one
Out of all of em is your
I sway the
Never once have I been
She it on
Like its a job that she
Yo whos is these?
The response is Slugs.

Aight, aight, aight, aight, aight, aight, damn. Yo Ant, I gotta go man. Ill be back next Sunday. Yo, yo, no, gimme the keys man, Ill drive. the fuckin, no, fine you drive, fine.

pantyhose, pink lace
Showin through the holes,
pantyhose, pink lace
Showin though the

(Drop my drawers and the bitch said, Shit! Skinny mother with a fat ass dick.)